“Let’s ride it out.” “Ride it out.” I play with the idea in my head, turning it over. It is, of course, a terribly dishonest and immature suggestion. So, naturally, I’m intrigued. “To what end?” “Marriage, death, or graduation,” he says. “Whichever comes first.” “Okay. But why? What’s in it for you?” “A cure for my boredom.” He grins up at me. “I like games, T. This feels like it’ll be a fun one.”
